I found myself remembering a little market town in Buckinghamshire called Olney today. Memories of Gingerbread men from Oliver Adams bakers [they were REALLY good] to wandering around inside the Derby House Saddlery and a visit to Teapots [a wonderful spot] to wandering the bridle path following the impressions of horse shoes in the mud… it’s those memories begging for a revisit. If not to relish in the warmth of the moments that make me tear up at being so far away, or even to recall the three snails that I counted as pets [they still count in my opinion], bringing the courtyard flora back to health or even still the crows that made a nest in the chimney[we only found one alive]. Even the distinct memory of the faucet over the kitchen sink turning on by itself provides a sense of security because I knew that whoever was still there was not going to hurt me.

So far my gut feeling about two characters on Marvel’s Agents of Shield have gone two ways. I was totally wrong about Ward and yet I think I might be on the right track about one of the Inhumans, Lincoln Campbell. Anyway, it’s good to see Mike Peterson [Aka Deathlok].

Sometimes I can deal with characters when they start talking. But right, now I feel like Starlord, a Marvel character; is not shutting up. He keeps making me listen to ‘Hooked on a feeling’ and I’m ready to mentally hit him.

While I’m on the subject of Music, it generally helps me write my stories… I will even put together a playlist of songs for general writing music or if a character of mine asks for it, a personal one. This is all a part of my way of carefully writing stories with love….That and occasionally a pumpkin spice cappuccino.

Sometimes you get the odd occasion where a character bursts out with a line about a bad guy in their universe and you can’t help but laugh. Other times they are annoying to the point you almost don’t want to deal with them….